Political Warfare

I’m not political.
I may seem rather analytical.
That’s because the matter is critical,
Significant to the everyday buzzing and hustling
of the modern day demographics of a declining nation.

It’s a league of nations
Of religions
Of ethics and beliefs.
It’s a clash of interest
That consumes and governs
The human nature.

It’s the hate that moves fully through
And the guns in the hands of those who shoot
It’s the silence of the heart as one stops to breathe
And the screams of the mothers whose children they kill

It’s the heartaches of the days
And the aching of the nights
It’s the turmoil and struggles of the orphans in the streets
With no coats on their backs that clenches in the cold

It’s the desperate measure they take
As they strive to survive
It’s the longing and hoping that salvation is near
And in the arms of solace there shall be no fear

I am opinionated and I feel obligated to speak
Of the handicapped souls that move about in captivity
Living in bondage hidden from the secret
And the answer to their plight.